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Lactogenesis XVII: The Four Fountains (ff)
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LACTOGENESIS XVII: THE FOUR FOUNTAINS
Chris brushed her lips lightly against Sherri's ear lobe, then used
them to lay down a trail of soft kisses down Sherri's neck, over her
collarbone, and down her chest. With the tip of her tongue, she played
"connect the dots" with the freckles that were sprinkled along her
breastbone. Sherri was already breathing heavily; her hands were tousling
Chris's hair as she hovered over Sherri's torso. Chris hesitated at the
midpoint between Sherri's heaving bosoms, then began kissing her way
toward the right nipple. Her tongue teased the small bump of the nipple,
swirling around it, trying to get it to pop up from its hiding place. She
could feel the nipple stiffen, but it did not lengthen appreciably. She
pursed her lips and surrounded it, and began to suck gently. Sherri's
grip on Chris's hair tightened, and Chris could feel her begin to move her
hips. Gradually Chris began to pull more and more of Sherri's areola into
her mouth and intensified her suckling. She covered her teeth with her
lips and began to apply pressure on the lactiferous sinuses surrounding
the nipple. That and the suction had the desired effect: a high-pressure
stream of liquid immediately shot into her mouth. At the same moment,
Sherri's hands left Chris's head; one went to the breast Chris was
suckling and began squeezing, the other went straight to her cunt, from
whence wet slurping noises began to issue as she finger-fucked herself
frantically.
Chris felt herself becoming aroused as she drank from Sherri's
distended breast. Sherri's milk was thinner and not as sweet as her own,
but its warmth and sheer volume were very exciting. One of Chris's hands
went to Sherri's other breast, which she expertly began to milk. She
didn't look up, but she could swear she could hear the squirts from that
breast striking the ceiling. The other hand went to her own mammaries,
which she began massaging through her thin blouse. Sherri stopped
squeezing her own boob and instead moved to Chris's blouse, which she
unsuccessfully tried to unbutton. Chris lifted her mouth from Sherri's
nipple, which had responded to Chris's sucking by becoming quite
well-defined. Several tiny streams continued to shoot upward, catching
Chris full in the face. She shook her head, laughing, while she peeled
off the blouse. Chris's hands went to her breasts, and she began milking,
showering the supine Sherri with her ambrosia. Sherri responded in kind,
sending blast after blast skyward, striking Chris about the face and
chest. They giggled like a couple of kids with squirt guns as they
continued to shoot. For some minutes they soaked each other down,
laughing and squealing uncontrollably, until every square inch of their
skins was covered with white droplets and their hair was matted, and still
they continued to squirt. Impulsively Sherri sat up and embraced Chris.
Their milk-soaked tits pressed together, nipples rubbing, milk continuing
to flow, mixing together and running down their stomachs in a thin white
sheet.
"I want to come," Chris breathed into Sherri's ear, as they slid
their bosoms across each other, their mingled milk lubricating them.
Sherri laughed out loud. "Are you kidding? I think I've come a
couple of times already!"
She bent down to Chris's waist, unbuttoning her slacks. Chris
wriggled out of them and threw them across the room. As she slid back
onto the floor, Sherri followed her down, kissing her way down Chris's
belly and going straight to her cunt. She captured Chris's clit between
thumb and forefinger, massaging it while licking the area around it.
Then, with one motion, she sucked Chris's labia into her mouth while
inserting her tongue into Chris's vagina. She slurped away furiously for
several seconds while holding down Chris's bucking hips with her upper
arms. She then began licking Chris slowly, starting at her anus and
moving up to the tip of her clit in one long lick. As she felt Chris's
thighs begin trembling as she made her final approach to orgasm, Sherri
began fucking her with three fingers while at the same time flattening her
tongue directly on her clit and vibrating it back and forth. Chris
screeched, her vagina contracted, and a gout of fluid cascaded over
Sherri's fingers and down her arm. Giggling wildly, Sherri took her hand,
filled with Chris's juices, and began rubbing it all over herself.
Chris took that opportunity to turn the tables, pushing Sherri back
onto the floor. Sherri's pubic hair tickled Chris's nose as she ate her
out, shaking her head back and forth as she sucked Sherri's long clit into
her mouth. Sherri continued laughing, with complete abandon, as she
grabbed her breasts and squeezed the last few drops of milk out of them.
At that moment Chris came up and began rubbing one nipple against Sherri's
crotch, flicking it against Sherri's clit.
"Ooh, honey, just like that," Sherri cooed. "Your nipple's so big
and hard, it feels like a cock. Fuck me with it." And Chris did. It
felt like her nipple was more than an inch long as it disappeared into
Sherri's cunt and reappeared to once again tickle her clit. "Come in me,"
Sherri growled. Chris took the hint and grabbed her breast just behind
the nipple. A blast of milk emerged, striking Sherri's clit dead on.
This was enough to bring Sherri off one more time, squirming and squealing
as Chris's milk oozed down her slit.
As they lay together on the floor of Sherri's apartment, desire still
hanging heavily in the air, Chris whispered, "I'll help you clean up
later." They started giggling again. In the spontaneity of the moment,
they had neglected to take into account the mess four breasts full of milk
could make. Wet spots covered the sofa, the carpeting...there was even
milk dripping from the ceiling. "Don't worry, I know just how to get this
stuff out."
"I'll just bet you do," Sherri murmured as she nuzzled Chris's neck.
"The only thing I'm worried about is letting you get away before I'm done
with you." She gently separated herself and stood up. "Don't you move.
I'll be right back." She walked toward her bedroom, droplets of milk
running down her body as her generous ass retreated down the corridor.
She was back in less than a minute, holding a gigantic double-headed dildo
that had to be a foot and a half in length in one hand and a tube of K-Y
jelly in the other.
"Mmmm. I don't think we'll need that," Chris said, referring to the
jelly. She took the dildo from Sherri and proceeded to spray down its
entire length with milk. She and Sherri then positioned themselves with
their legs intertwined, each with a grip on one end of the dildo. In a
single, concerted motion, they inserted their respective ends into their
pussies. They moved against each other in a smooth pas de deux, their
hips rising in unison, the dildo bridging an ever-shortening gap between
them. Slowly, inexorably, the dildo disappeared inside them until they
were pussy to pussy, their clits rubbing together. The dildo was
completely buried. As if rehearsed, their hands went to their breasts,
and once again milk flowed. They looked like an erotic fountain as four
groups of tiny streams formed white parabolas, raining down on their
undulating bodies. Even their moans were in synch. Of course their
orgasms were simultaneous. Chris's secretions so completely lubricated
their cunts that the dildo simply popped out onto the floor, causing gales
of laughter to once again erupt from them.
Sherri sat up, cupping her breasts in her hands. "I never thought
that this would feel so good," she said. "I've been around the block a
number of times, but this has opened up a whole new street." She smiled
and took Chris's hand. "Now I've got some idea of what you've been going
through." She tentatively massaged the lower quadrant of her right
breast, and smiled again when there was no pain. "By God, lady, I think
you've cured me." Sure enough, the inflammation was already fading; all
that activity had unplugged the affected duct.
The intensity of their experience later took a long time to erase
from the floors, walls, and furniture. Chris and Sherri ended up going
through an entire bottle of upholstery cleaner that day.
<<to be continued>>
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